Draaro's voice carried a mix of frustration and authority as he addressed his uncle, Servvas. "Mind what you are saying, Uncle," he warned, his eyes narrowing with a hint of irritation.
Servvas met Draaro's gaze with a sly grin, his eyes squinting in amusement. "Ho, ho," he chuckled condescendingly, "No need to get angry, nephew. I'm only looking out for the best interests of the kingdom."
Rosaryn, who had been silent until then, finally spoke up. "Your majesty," he addressed Draaro respectfully, "you may try to silence the rumors, but the news has already spread like wildfire through the streets. It's essential we find him as soon as possible."
